Grappling with intense emotion, old poem, from 2006, written by an alter

Feverishly trying to escape

the night and the darkness within

trying to run from memory

wanting to forget the sin

the tear drops are all dried up

but the rain comes down in buckets

and the anger rages deep in side

with random exclamations of "fuck it"

some alters are angry and showing it off

and others scared and hiding

still more feel they must walk the night

rather than opening up and confiding

there’s so much pressure to just be ok

while a violent wind swirls around

and there’s nothing a little girl can do

in still darkness without a sound

C2006 Written by Jessa one of our child alters she is 12 years old.

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland. View all posts by Carol anne